too little
heart

too late
to depart

too much
dreaming
from the
start

these days
i'm driving a little faster
with a little less fear

some days
i might be a bit
reckless

i realized
the other day
that
i can no longer feel
my
fire heart

most days
i don't see
anything

Some people have this
Magnet affection
Thing
They can’t stop from
Pawing
You

They have this
Insatiable
Lust
Of flesh
And contact
And smells
And whispers

It’s like the most
Velvet
Heaven
Muted
Desires
Like
Jazz

i loathe
pity
and weakness

(you know this)

they threaten my peace
they counter my core

you are both

you are nothing

you are the me
that i fear

there was a time
when this was new
i thought i saw
a glimpse of you

you left me clues
along the way
but you never
gave your heart away

i haven’t learned
no, i can’t let it go
how many times can i endure
the word no?

twisting
and
molding
the truth

avoiding
accountability
denying
what we knew

..

i reject
it
with my whole heart

this is not reality
this is art

so

who
did you daydream
about

when you
were trapped
with me?